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Now there’s a catchy title if ever I saw one. Just rolls off the tounge. (Rolls, bakers … geddid?). So anyhow, I am sure you are no doubt wondering what approaching cataclysmic event could prompt a dour title such as this. Well fear not, for I shall explain.

A mere 2 minutes walk from the door to my bachelor pad lies one of the best bakeries in the world, Greggs. If, for the moment, you ignore the fact that they’re actually a large chain which is probably forcing small independent bakeries out of business, and the fact that the stuff they sell is probably less healthy than other places and instead focus on the fact that they sell Steak Bakes. Not forgetting their sausage rolls, cheese and onion pasties and sandwiches or (of course) their cakes of which a notable mention has to be made for their custard tarts.

So, anyhow, I trust you now get the picture. Greggs stuff is most tasty and the location of the shop is ideal distance for Saturday morning visits, for their food is not only tasty, but also an ideal hangover cure.

Now, imagine my dismay when, on the last walk down the road, I see a big sign on the front of the shop saying “FOR SALE - Due to Relocation”. Bugger!

Travesty! Where are they moving to? Well, I don’t know yet, but suffice to say there are no available shop units closer to my front door, which means they will be moving further away. Dagnammit. With any luck it won’t be far, but at the present time things are not boding well for 2006.

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